This one's for Kate, it was the year of the felt ornaments. I lived in Scotts Valley and Casey was six.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
We won't have a tree this year, but I had reason to peruse the ornament box and marvel at some of my past creations. They invoke memories of where I lived at the time. These were all pre-Mark. When I met Mark we began the tradition of blown glass ornaments, each year taking the kids on an outing to find the best one. We would come home and mark the initials and the year inconspicously on the ornament. It was a fun tradition, but it ended the handmade ornament phase. Long ago I got rid of all the dough ornaments, but there were some really excellent ones, and they held up really well for a long time. I lived in Boston and Casey was one.